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Jul 2021
Come gather round me, as we jam to the tunes, of a ******,
Raw base, cut to the truth like Mooney, see 9 killers rolling with boonies,
Digital, underground watch out, for how I get around, still slashing clowns,
No frowns, smiles on my face, once I touch up the place, beat the case,
Stone cold, only for the bold, living life reckless crude creed I uphold,
It's the sword, of the black samurai ghillie suits, with the bomb ties,
Troops laced, in the fox hole ready to stomp out a mud hole, in ya soul,
Control the war console, see the eyes of the sudden death begin to swole,
Was on this dishonor role, I play the position never a staged cameo,
See the sparkle, of the lost people ain't seeing through the evils,
Spotted the moon, staring at the sunshine, light vs dark, whiffs of a spark,
Accustomed to the fumes, hotter than June, and July to be multiply,
My wills times jesus will, rolled out the heavy wheel, three days reveals,
I'm back from the grave, grief of pain, I feel the souls of the lost, in a daze










Voices of rolling thunder, strikes the hearts in the state of tundra,
Under, stress so many battles but war is the main test, see the styles I manifest,
The magnificent, defiant, shots clutch like Kobe Bryant, colors of vibrant,
Red to blue, principles I'm here to break you, make you, understand the hate through,
The lenses of the untamed cleanses, secret agents in the lac's linc's to benz's,
Stash the sins, to where the graveyards in, six feet deep scraped within,
I stand on the ashes of the hidden passes, soul vessels riding the masses,
Put on your glasses, so you can see what they ain't looking at, ***** cat,
Too many doja's laying out their backs, tryna maintain the grit of a soldier,
My styles much colder, eye soul shadow controller, swinging intellect boulders,
Duck quick, light a candle wick, from the blades of the fiery mist crisp,
Once I handle this, my fist cruise at light speeds, as the millennium proceeds,
Could make the next generation bleed, even when my death is grieved,
Believed to be resurrected, back on the earth, cursed as a human,
Live show like Truman, tryna avoid the steps  of the sneaks, of master cannon,
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
(26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth)   
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   Truth be told
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